Hi guys, sorry I've not been posting more of this story but I finished my GCSE's and that whole Jenna and Harry fiasco came about followed by the fact that she and Richard had split up. That pummeled my motivation to a small pile of ash, but then I realised that this is about the characters- not the actors who played them so it gave me more motivation to write again. Thanks again to MakorraLove97.

This chapter does have a tiny smidge of smut at the end but not much.

Enjoy!

Clara was nervous. When she woke, she found that Robb had disappeared, only to be told down at breakfast that he believed in the tradition that he should not see Clara until he could claim her for his wife. As she was ushered upstairs, she began to suddenly feel like she was about to complete her life. She felt so happy and so excited to become Lady Stark.
When she saw her dress, red and beautiful, she thought about where she had seen it before. It was the dress in which she and the Doctor had escaped Theodus the Robot, who had managed to hit her with a Tachyon pulse. A small wave of sadness crossed her mind to think of her Doctor- who had gone. She had almost forgotten about him, but he still lingered.

In the early evening, Clara admired the dress that had been slightly changed to see gold lining. "Clara?" A voice called. She immediately recognised it as Shora's voice. She turned in her dress, her wedding dress, she mused. "Are you ready My Lady? The wedding is about to start!" He offered her his arm, which she took.
As they walked down the stairs, Clara imagined her mother's face. Beaming and probably talking about a desire to sing ABBA's 'Slipping through my Fingers'. She chuckled to herself at that and they reached the door.

As soon as she reached the pathway, she saw that it was illuminated by people, Northerners holding candles in wooden holders. She smiled as she saw everyone from Winterfell grounds, smiling at her with love. As soon as she began to walk with Shora, women walked forward to pass her a rose each. She smiled as she took the roses.
She reached Robb with a toothy grin, smiling happily as she stood. Shora stepped away from her, walking towards Robb and the other men gathered around.
"I have a woman. Lady Clara Oswald of Blackpool Tower… which man will claim her?" Robb smiled at her and looked around, as if waiting for another man to step up. He took a step forward, unclasping his cloak and pulling it off.
"I claim this woman to be my bride under the eyes of the Gods." He smiled at her and held his arm out to her. He pulled his cloak around her shoulders. He clasped the wolves together and she reached out, hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her fingertips.
"Do you take the Lord Stark of Winterfell to be your husband under the eyes of the Gods, Lady Clara?" Shora asked.
"I do…" Clara giggled, using the well known phrase used in marriage back on Earth, happy at least that she was able to say it now.
"Then I declare them to be husband and wife under the eyes of the Gods." Clara smiled and giggled, kissing Robb, having told him that it was a tradition to end the marriage ceremony in Blackpool (or Earth she neglected to say).

They walked up to the room quietly, hand in hand. Clara stopped Robb before his hand touched the door handle. He stopped and looked at her, admiring her beauty.
"There's a… a tradition back where I come from. A pretty important one to us…" She ran her fingertips along his muscled arm softly contemplating whether to tell him.
"Which is?" He asked, his hands softly finding her waist and wrapping around it.
"The husbands… the new husbands have to carry their wives over the threshold of their room. It sort of symbolises their intimacy I guess…" As soon as she had said that, Robb's right hand found her back while the other found the insides of her knees, and lifted her into his arms. She kissed him softly before he kicked open the door and carried her through it. He backed into the door with her still in his arms to be able to push the door closed and he set her down softly. He smiled at her softly, cupping her jawline with both hands before kissing her softly.
As they kissed he felt her untying the lace of his tunic, unwrapping it to feel the muscled and chiselled chest underneath. He drew away for a second to take off the rest of his tunic and that left his leather trousers. Clara grabbed the ties of her own dress and untied them, letting it fall past her curves and fall to the floor. She blushed, felling his eyes on her. He smiled and lifted her head to show her blush.
"You're beautiful my Clara…" He kissed her again, lifting her up and letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he scrambled onto the bed with him above her. She was still wearing her knickers and he his trousers.
He smiled at her as he stripped down to nothing. She stared at his deep blue eyes, softly smiling in happiness as he pulled off her underwear and joined them. Clara gasped at the welcome sensation as Robb began to move…

Clara was asleep on Robb's chest. He stared at her as she slept. They had not long consummated their marriage. He stroked her hair softly as she slept, her hair all askew. Her head was beaded slightly with perspiration. He smiled and kissed her forehead softly, allowing her to sleep softly on top of him.
He couldn't wait for the rest of his life with her by his side…

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